Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Tuesday, 30 March 2010
Monday, 29 March 2010
Sunday, 28 March 2010
Friday, 26 March 2010
Wednesday, 24 March 2010
Tuesday, 23 March 2010
Monday, 22 March 2010
Sunday, 21 March 2010
Saturday, 20 March 2010
Today has a bit of Franciscan waitering, a meeting with my sponsor and hopefully Cowden beating Dungbarton at Central Park! Yeehah!
Friday, 19 March 2010
You can scarcely blame teh geys for that massacre: try blaming Orthodox, male, heterosexual Serb nationalists. And the Brits and Israelis have openly gay serving soldiers - neither are armies noted for their lack of guts or competence. Of course, the Yanks are now doing away with bayonet drill training - what happened to Clp Jones's motto: "They don't like it up 'em Captain Mainwearing!"? The Argylls used the bayonet in Iraq (cause the Yank helicopter gunships were all busy strafing sheep or something) and it has proved handy against the Taliban too. Actually, the Pakistani Army credits its recent success in South Waziristan to their slinging their modern counter insurgency manuals in the bucket and reverting to the Raj's 1930's tactical manual "Frontier Warfare"! Given that the Indian Army Staff in the 20's and 30's included Auchinleck (1st Brit General to beat Rommel), Slim (won Burma) and Montgomery, that might not be a total surprise. It's not like we lost Vietnam is it? We won Malaya. And Kenya. Just saying.
Thursday, 18 March 2010
The strong Name of the Trinity,
By invocation of the same,
The Three in One and One in Three.
I bind this day to me for ever.
By power of faith, Christ's incarnation;
His baptism in the Jordan river;
His death on Cross for my salvation;
His bursting from the spiced tomb;
His riding up the heavenly way;
His coming at the day of doom;*
I bind unto myself today.
I bind unto myself the power
Of the great love of the cherubim;
The sweet 'well done' in judgment hour,
The service of the seraphim,
Confessors' faith, Apostles' word,
The Patriarchs' prayers, the Prophets' scrolls,
All good deeds done unto the Lord,
And purity of virgin souls.
I bind unto myself today
The virtues of the starlit heaven,
The glorious sun's life-giving ray,
The whiteness of the moon at even,
The flashing of the lightning free,
The whirling wind's tempestuous shocks,
The stable earth, the deep salt sea,
Around the old eternal rocks.
I bind unto myself today
The power of God to hold and lead,
His eye to watch, His might to stay,
His ear to hearken to my need.
The wisdom of my God to teach,
His hand to guide, His shield to ward,
The word of God to give me speech,
His heavenly host to be my guard.
Against the demon snares of sin,
The vice that gives temptation force,
The natural lusts that war within,
The hostile men that mar my course;
Or few or many, far or nigh,
In every place and in all hours,
Against their fierce hostility,
I bind to me these holy powers.
Against all Satan's spells and wiles,
Against false words of heresy,
Against the knowledge that defiles,
Against the heart's idolatry,
Against the wizard's evil craft,
Against the death wound and the burning,
The choking wave and the poisoned shaft,
Protect me, Christ, till Thy returning.
Christ be with me, Christ within me,
Christ behind me, Christ before me,
Christ beside me, Christ to win me,
Christ to comfort and restore me.
Christ beneath me, Christ above me,
Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,
Christ in hearts of all that love me,
Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.
I bind unto myself the Name,
The strong Name of the Trinity;
By invocation of the same.
The Three in One, and One in Three,
Of Whom all nature hath creation,
Eternal Father, Spirit, Word:
Praise to the Lord of my salvation,
Salvation is of Christ the Lord.
No, I'm not Irish (or even from Dumbarton or Barrow on Furness which both claim to be St Pat's birthplace) but I was confirmed on the Feast of St Patrick in 1985. I did very little about it this year (daily office, no Guinness!) except for luxuriating in a bath with nice essential oils! Well, I was swimming in the morning, so exercise wasn't really needed. I love the Trinitarian solidity of this hymn (Shine Jesus Shine just doesn't cut it in comparison).
This morning is an "at home" being on the back shift, so Scotch Broth is on the make. Marvellously, I have inherited Mum's soup making gene:-)! And then 2 1/2 days off!! Joy abounds!
Sunday, 14 March 2010
Had I been in Town, I'd have gone to an early service and/or the Quakers to avoid some ghastly liturgy for Mother's Day. Instead, I communed with my inner secularist and read the Sunday Herald, enjoying an article in which younger Feminists (a breed against which as student I had something of a vaguely terrified prejudice agin) expressed their distate for it as a phenomenon. I also chortled when I read that the reason the hateful Scottish Defence League had such a failure when they tried to organise a march in Edinburgh recently was because in England they had united all the Football thugs into it, but in Scotland they had been unable to overcome the Sectarian divide. Huns and Jambo casuals joined up, but the Celtic and Hibs neds had planned to ambush the SDL, operating on the principle of hating the Proddies more than the darkies!!!! Personally, I think Scotland's ingrained Calvinism explains our relative lack of racial prejudice to a degree. We are all sinners dependent on God's grace and colour does not affect that. And the Union Jack waving BNP-esque thugs of the English Dimwits League forgot that when they tried to unite the Scottish footie casuals, the Green Teams traditionally drew their support from an immigrant community who were discriminated against when they 1st arrived in Scotland - the Catholic Irish. Perhaps the EDL don't realise that "The Soldier's Song" isn't the Scottish national Anthem!
And so to bed!
Saturday, 13 March 2010
Wednesday, 10 March 2010
Yes, gentle reader, I have acknowledged my advancing years and bought a mechanical furry bits management system (or male personal grooming kit). Really it was stimulated by my mouser (it needed trimming, as did the side boards) and the fact that there are now bits of man fur sticking oot of places it never used to be (the lugs mainly). And it works nicely! The soup strainer now looks a bit more David Niven than Ned Flanders (and I'd like to thank my friends (NOT!) who said that was who I looked like - the guy in the Khyber disagrees, pointing out I am not yellow, nor do I have a bouffant hairstyle!).
Actually, I also found myself looking thoughtfully at a set of 2nd hand golf clubs in the Charity shoppe. Now THAT is middle aged! I suppose I really need to worry when I think about taking up bools!
Yesterday was spent in part up Blackford Hill discovering the amazing views. I hadn't realised Edinburgh was built on as much of a grid pattern as it is. And there was visible sunshine on Kirkcaldy! I'm appreciating a lot of simple things more because in part I am working with individuals whose Condition means it's really the simple things they can appreciate. There's a lesson in there somewhere!
Sunday, 7 March 2010
Anyway, on Saturday I headed to Fife, saw Ma and went to watch the Cowdenbeath-East Fife derby game. We won 6-2 (should have been 6-1, but our defence went to sleep at one point) and I won the the Half Time draw which means Max (who is now with mum on a semi-permanent basis) can have the wee op the vet was recommending (lump on his tail needs removing) sooner rather than later. The evening involved a trip to the pictures to watch "Crazy Heart" (very good btw, Jeff Bridges may well get that darn Oscar tonight)- but had me trotting through 12 step patterns on auto-pilot) Sunday saw me enjoying preaching and celebrating at St Ninian's Comely Bank then meeting a friend for a tomato juice. So quite a normal week-end which was very nice indeed.
Saturday, 6 March 2010
Wednesday, 3 March 2010
A WOMAN'S POEM:
Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man who's not a creep,
One who's handsome, smart and strong.
One who loves to listen long,
One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.
I pray he's rich and self-employed,
And when I spend, won't be annoyed.
Pull out my chair and hold my hand.
Massage my feet and help me stand..
Oh send a king to make me queen.
A man who loves to cook and clean.
I pray this man will love no other.
And relish visits with my mother.
So I replied:
A Reply to a Woman's Prayer
He does exist, he is about
of that my dear, pray have no doubt.
He doesn't drink huge pints of beer
but sadly, love, he's truly queer!
So nuptial options, please rule out,
but before you start to scream and shout,
A Gay Best Friend for every Miss
is truly fun and utter bliss!
To shop, to lunch, to goss he loves.
Ditto Jimmy Choos and Hepburn's gloves.
When an ache assails your head,
you don't need to fend him off in bed!
A gay best friend's a splendid habit.
Just don't forget your Rampant Rabbit!
Carol Duffy's post is safe!
Tuesday, 2 March 2010
I met Bill the Bahookie this afternoon. A latex set of buttocks with a life size orifice on which to practice the administration of liquid medication. Gloves and KY jelly were provided - and I got paid to do this!!!! I can only say that if I ever develop severe epilepsy (and I hope I never do) I get diazapam rather than paraldhyde - the tube is a heck of a lot smaller and it doesn't melt plastic!
And I said Mass at Spikey Mike's this morning before going to train! You really couldn't make it up!